Chapter Two: Irreplaceable
A frown was plastered all over her face while he, who was standing awkwardly in front of her, could only manage to look at her with a sheepish expression.
There were scattered broken glass on the floor that was once her favourite mug. Without speaking a word, she turned away to fetch for a broom and a dust pan. When she came back, she found him crouched down, picking up the large shards carefully with his large hands.
"What are you doing?" She asked, quickly approaching him. When he said nothing, simply continuing with his task of picking up the shards, she reached out a hand, stopping him from picking up anymore of it. "You're going to end up hurting yourself if you keep doing that."
He ignored the scolding tone she directed at him, rubbing the back of his neck with a sullen expression on his face.
"But wasn't this mug important to you?" He asked.
She let out a resigned sigh, resting her forehead on his shoulder.
"So are you," she told him honestly, all anger she had beforehand now gone. "So don't get yourself hurt over something that can be replaced."
She pulled the hand she was still holding to her lips, placing a gentle, loving kiss on its back.
"You're irreplaceable."